He looked down into her brown eyesAnd said, "Say a prayer for me"She threw her arms around himWhispered, "God will keep us free"They could hear the riders comingHe said, "This is my last fightIf they take me back to TexasThey won't take me back alive"And there were Seven Spanish AngelsAt the Altar of the SunThey were praying for the loversIn the Valley of the GunWhen the battle stopped and the smoke clearedThere was thunder from the throneAnd Seven Spanish AngelsTook another angel homeShe reached down and picked the gun upThat lay smoking in his handShe said, "Father, please forgive meI can't make it without my man"She knew the gun was emptyAnd she knew she couldn't winBut a final prayer was answeredWhen the rifles fired againAnd there were Seven Spanish AngelsAt the Altar of the SunThey were praying for the loversIn the Valley of the GunWhen the battle stopped and the smoke clearedThere was thunder from the throneAnd Seven Spanish AngelsTook another angel homeThere were Seven Spanish AngelsAt the Altar of the SunThey were praying for the loversIn the Valley of the GunWhen the battle stopped and the smoke clearedThere was thunder from the throneAnd Seven Spanish AngelsTook another angel homeThere were Seven Spanish AngelsAt the Altar of the SunThey were praying for the loversIn the Valley of the Gun (Well, well, well)When the battle stopped and the smoke clearedThere was thunder from the throneAnd Seven Spanish AngelsTook another angel homeSeven Spanish AngelsTook another angel home
